Page 28 of Violent Attraction

Not the words that I expected her to say.

It’s a tall order, but I would give this woman whatever she wanted in the world.

I respond by kissing her again. I kiss with all that I can, so that I can show her that she means everything. She has always meant everything, even through the countless other women that have come around. It was always Isabella Morales that has always stood out. Now I have her in my arms.

When she is panting and squirming under me, I pull away only for a second to grab a condom from the nightstand.

Before putting it on, I rid us of all clothing that is in the way. The thought of leaving Isabella’s heels on crosses my mind but after a few seconds I decide to leave that for another night.

Finally, we are unclothed, with the condom on, and Isabella is under me as I look into her eyes.

I keep my eyes on her as I position my cock at her entrance and slide in.

There is pain coating her face as I slowly slide back out and repeat the motion until the expression is changed to one of pleasure.

I take a few seconds to control my breathing and also so that Isabella can get adjusted.

She leans up and places a kiss on my jaw. “Move.”

So, I do.

I move until we are both panting. Until there is sweat dripping down my face and falling on Isabella. I move until Isabella’s moans fill the room and I move until I feel her tighten around me.

And when she lets her release escape, I move until I can no longer hold it and let my own release go.

It was fast and hungry and everything that a woman’s first time shouldn’t be, but I will have to make it up to her.

We kiss some more and when I finally pull out of her, I see the blood. Without thinking, I take Isabella in my arms and walk her over to the bathroom. I get a hot shower going and wash away all evidence that her innocence is no longer in tack.

After our shower, we head back to the bedroom and lay in bed until sleep takes over.

At least sleep is able to come for Isabella, for me though, it was a long dark night overthinking more shit than I needed to.

It didn’t help that every time I checked my phone while Isabella slept in my arms, there was a new message from one of Ronaldo’s men talking about a new run.

A run that I’m supposed to be on.

I have one of the biggest drug runs in my life in a few hours. I should be preparing for it, not in bed with the kingpin’s daughter.

This is why I put space between Isabella and me. Because instead of thinking of all the things I could be doing to her body when she wakes up, I’m thinking about how to make it out of this drug run alive.

I’ve made a lot of bad decisions in my life, and this might be the worst of them. I have a piece of Isabella that no other man will have and I’m going to ruin our night together when she finally wakes up.

It’s for her own good.

The daylight comes too soon.

I want to be here when she wakes up, but I have to go. I have to go do cartel business.

After getting out of bed without waking her and getting dressed, I stand at the foot of the bed, looking at the beauty still tangled in the sheets.

I’ve wanted this for so long and I’m about to destroy it.

All because I’m choosing the cartel over her.

My phone dings once more, signaling that it’s time for me to go.

I let out a sigh and walk over to the side of the bed that Isabella is on.

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